Starved to death in a land of plenty
In a land of make believe that doesn't believe in me
making a mockery out of novelty
poetic cryptic rhyme on the wall of shopping malls
everyman for himself
we are living in a world that is slowly getting smaller
mother nature wouldn't approve
the children of Y generation, the love child of "i-don't-give-a-f**k" mentality
Avoid any uneasy situation, solidarity is an unspoken field of gold
Music is the weapon of the future
beauty magazines will only makes you feel ugly
dawn of the uprising... rise my fellow oppressed
I wont apologize for being who i am...
